"Little old Peeves?" the poltergeist replied, the pinnacle of innocent, floating up a little higher into the air as the boy... uhh... where did he- OH, yes - as the boy came running out. These students were an unpredictable lot; if they weren't willing to take swipes then they were quick on the draw with those wands. But Peeves had his magic now too. "Didn't do nothing!"

He grinned broadly, floating through the air in figures of eight and trying not to make it so obvious that he kept losing track of where the boy was. Only when he moved did his... strange little lizard camouflage flicker enough for Peeves to really be sure where he was.

Until he reappeared again - though to the boy's relief, Peeves only grinned more broadly. "Plenty more where that came from, my chameleon friend." He tipped upside down, bowtie a-spin. "It's RUDE to return a gift, after all. I'll let you enjoy it a little longer."